| Date: 14 December 2007
Characters: Adric, Anne Miles Location: a pub Link to IJ: thread #5743 |
 So. This was death. There wasn't anything else it could logically be considering he was clearly someplace that he had not been several seconds earlier. He hadn't expected to still be able to see and hear and feel and...well, he hadn't expected any of his sensory perceptions to still be intact. He had expected darkness, nothing, perhaps quite a lot of pain from the force of the explosion. But apparently all of his assumptions had been wrong. Death looked suspiciously like a London pub. And another thing up on his list of unexpected developments.
"Well, I suppose I should make the best of it," Adric said, frowning to himself as he took a good look around, suddenly realizing just how starving he was. Dying really did a number on your appetite. |
 "Oh, I beg your pardon." Anne took a step sideways to try avoiding stumbling over the young man who'd, for all she could tell, teleported in front of her. Though this wasn't where she should be. "I didn't expect for anyone to appear quite so close in front of me." |
| "And I didn't expect to appear anywhere," Adric said in a rather matter-of-fact manner as he cast a discerning gaze around the pub type area before turning his attention back to the woman. An unfamiliar face, but he couldn't have expected to find anyone that he knew right away, could he?
Though, it would have been nice to be greeted by Varsh. "And you are?" |
| "Anne Miles." Anne gave him a polite smile that just barely reached her eyes. She wasn't exactly at her best, with her father's funeral just a few hours past. Perhaps it was for the best that she wasn't there, where stray well-wishers could come by to offer her sympathy. "Might I inquire as to your name as well?" |
| "Adric," He replied simply, glancing around again before a heavy frown creased his face. "Where is everyone? I would have expected there to be more than just two people here. Or perhaps this is just the arrival area. Always a possibility. So. What happened to you, then?" |
| "Happened to me?" Anne arched an eyebrow. "I appear to have been taken from my father's funeral, though how, or where I am, I don't know. I suppose I might have been kidnapped, though what the use of that is when I've no access to my father's money until my mother has likewise died, I've not the faintest."
She found a small table with a pair of chairs, settling into the one, expecting that Adric would follow her example and take the other. "How did you come to be here?" |
| Adric, however, did no such thing, deciding instead to continue to wander the area and examine the set up, "The ship I was on exploded. Not exactly what I expected Death to be like, but I'm still aware, so I can't complain too much." |
| "Death?" Anne paled. "Kidnapping is something I'd expect, my family has money after all. Unless some of the more zealous of the Agency's enemies have found out where I work. Dear gods of the unending universe." She looked around the room again. "If the afterlife is a twentieth-century pub, I think I'd like a refund." |
| "Perhaps this is just part of it?" Adric suggested, glancing back at what appeared to be a well stocked bar. "The assumption that someone who just realized that they've died could use a drink seems to be a rather solid one to me. At least, in most cases." |
| "I should hope it is only a part of it, if I am dead. I was never particularly fond of the twenieth century when learning history." Anne pressed her lips together a moment. "I would rather hope I'm not dead, and this isn't an afterlife, but something else. Even the most zealous of idiots is hesitant to interrupt a funeral with another death, at lest of those known to oppose the Agency." |
| "Agency?" Adric asked curiously, filing away the information that she apparently was not from the twenieth century away in his mind. |
| "Time Agency." Anne tapped the watch on her left wrist, the cover engraved with the Agency logo. "I teach at their Acadamy." |
| Time Agency? Academy? Adric tilted his head to the side ever so slightly with a curious expression on his face, "You're not...by any chance, Gallifreyan, are you?"
Romana had told him about the Academy on Gallifrey once...and she had said something about some sort of Agency. |